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As per request, this is a repost of a story that I recently submitted to
the ASSM newsgroup. It was my first attempt at an erotic story, so I
would appreciate any comments you might care to make. Many thanks to
those of you that were kind enough to share your thoughts with me on the
original posting of this story! Due to the pathetic, lame nature of my
current email application, I am forced to post the story in two
parts.....until I figure out how to fix it, at any rate <grin>.

Love and Light,
Grey

Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under the legal
age to view such material, or do not wish to see it, consider yourself
warned. Fiction, by definition, is NOT true. I would not necessarily
condone the actions of the characters in my stories, if they were real.
But they are NOT real. Thats the whole point. If you have difficulty
differentiating between healthy, normal fantasy, and actually committing
illegal acts,...get some help.
	




THE PURSUIT
Chapter 1


	Jake reached one gloved hand up to wipe his brow. Even in the crisp
autumn air, the exertion of his labor caused beads of perspiration to
trickle down into his eyes. Digging postholes was never a pleasant task,
and  in the rock strewn ground of North Texas it was even harder. To
most folks, this was no "promised land",,,,, no Garden of Eden where the
bounty of the earth  virtually laid itself out at your feet for
nothing.. 

	But that is why Jake loved this land so much. He drove the posthole
diggers deeply into the dirt at his feet, and leaned his tall, muscular
frame against the handles while he caught his breath. Looking out across
the valley below the new fence row, Jake marveled anew at the wild
beauty of this place. Each time he looked across the vista, it was just
like the first time he had seen it so many years ago. The brood mares in
the rolling, grass covered meadow down by the creek.  The tall, dark
grove of live oaks in the hollow to the south. And "The Hill", as the
locals called it, towering over the relatively flat surrounding
countryside. It was on The Hill that Jake and Tammy, classic "high
school sweethearts", had come to make their home almost 17 years ago.
Jake stood on the hill, as he had countless times before, alone with his
thoughts. The gentle fall breeze brushed the hair back from his blue
grey eyes, and played with the curls of the pony tail tied at the base
of his neck, as he thought back to the memories tied to this special
place.

	It was on The Hill that Jake had built his new bride a wonderful,
magical home.

	It was on The Hill that Jake had watched his baby daughter enter the
world.

	And it was on The Hill that Jake had planned to grow old with the girl
of his dreams, but instead had been forced to watched Tammy slip slowly
away.....

	The dog that had been snoozing peacefully by a stack of fence posts
stirred suddenly, his ears erect and straining as he stared intently at
the horizon behind his master. Jake turned to look, just in time to see
a faint cloud of dust approaching along the dirt road that connected the
ranch to the larger asphalt county road. Closer and closer the dust
cloud approached, until Jake could finally make out the sound of an
engine. The dust parted as a car neared the large, main house. Jake
could now make out the curving lines and bright red color of a sports
car. As the car pulled to a stop at the front of the house, the
passenger door opened and a young girl practically leapt out, smiling
and waving excitedly.

	Lori Grantham was Jake's pride and joy. His only joy for many of the
years immediately after Tammy's death. Even from a distance he could see
the bright, sunny smile that had saved him from slipping forever into
the darkness of depression in those early years. At 16 years old, Lori
was the cute, bubbly, girl next door that all the teen magazines
promised, but never delivered.
	
	"HI, DADDY!", Lori called to her father. "LOOK WHAT CHRISSY GOT!!!"

	
	The driver's side door to the new Dodge Stealth opened and another,
slightly taller figure emerged. Chrissy Nader. If Lori Grantham was the
embodiment of wholesomeness, then Chrissy was undoubtedly the picture of
sultriness. Jake raised his hand to return the girls' waves, and began
walking toward the pair. He was not at all comfortable with finding
himself thinking of  a 16 year old girl as "sultry", but try as he might
he could think of no better way to describe the tall brunette. While
most of the other members of Lori's Jefferson High cheerleading squad
wore there hair in pig tails, Chrissy's long, thick mane was almost
always softly curled and loose about her face. She had the most
penetrating stare. Jake often wondered what went on behind those large,
beautifully deep blue eyes. In fact, he had seen those eyes more and
more frequently when he closed his own eyes of late. She was only 16,
but her manner was much more mature than Lori's other classmates.
Perhaps it was due to the jet set lifestyle she had led with her rich
parents before moving to Oak Grove early last year. Or maybe she just
had an "older spirit". Jake wasn't sure. The maddening thing was, Jake
had recently begun to pick up on what he thought were definite "signals"
of interest from Chrissy. At first, he passed them off as his
imagination. He knew the toll that his celibate life of the past several
years was taking on him, but it still made him uncomfortable to
entertain intimate thoughts involving a girl the same age as his
daughter, even if they were just fantasies. But lately, he would catch
her staring at him from the corner of his eye while he worked. Or more
frustratingly, she would stand very close to Jake. So close that her
arm, or leg, or firm young breast would brush invitingly against him. So
close that he could feel her sweet breath on his skin. 

	And now, of all times, this vixen was going to be free to torment him
for two whole days. Jake sighed to himself as he neared his daughter and
her friend. With Chrissy spending the weekend at the Grantham Ranch, he
would have to be very careful indeed. As he closed the final few feet
between the girls and himself, Jake couldn't help but think how badly
the teenage boys of Jefferson High would like to be in his shoes right
now. However, as Chrissy slid her sunglasses down  to the tip of her
nose and cast her best smoldering look at Jake with those hauntingly
beautiful eyes, all he wanted to do with his shoes was run away. 

	"Hello Jake," Chrissy said, her eyes darting quickly over his body.

	"Hi ya Chrissy, new wheels?"

	"Yeah, my Dad picked it up over in Trenton yesterday," she said
non-chalantly, the slender fingers of one hand resting on her cocked
hip. "Wanna go for a ride?" she purred, the corners of her mouth turning
up into a devilish smile.

	"Now you don't want to be seen driving around with a sweaty old guy
like me, do you?" Jake parried.

	"Ahhhh Jake," she drawled sweetly," I don't think you will ever be too
old to take a ride".

	Jake tried to convince himself that he had only imagined Chrissy
slightly emphasizing the word "ride". He valiantly tried to change the
subject. "How was practice today, Hon?" he said turning to his daughter.

	"GREAT! Ms Hampton says that we've gotta shot at the regional
cheerleading competition next month."

	Lori's face dimpled as she beamed that wonderful smile. Jake's daughter
had always been shy, almost painfully so. She would NEVER have been the
type to even try out for a position on the High School cheerleading
squad. However, over the past year she had blossomed before his very
eyes. Ever since Chrissy Nader's parents had built their "mansion" in
Oak Grove and the girls became best friends, Lori Grantham had really
come out of her shell. She had never seemed happier, and for that Jake
was thankful. Even if it meant the temptation of having Chrissy
underfoot. 

	Jake smiled and gave the appearance of listening as his daughter
giggled and chattered away about the progress the squad was making. But
his mind was somewhere very different. At the far edge of his field of
vision stood 5' 2" of trouble. He dared not look at her, for fear of
starting another innuendo laden conversation. But Chrissy was under no
such constraint. She stood, dressed in a tailored, waist length leather
jacket. Jake was painfully aware of the pleasant curves accentuated by
her even tighter jeans. Chrissy tapped the toe of one high heeled ankle
boot, and stared intently at Jake. Almost seeming to will him to
acknowledge her. He fought the urge to look at her fully which, he was
sure, resulted in one of her patented pouty expressions. 

	Realizing that his daughter had finished speaking, Jake scrambled to
cover the fact that his mind had wandered. 

	"Well.....that sounds really good, babe," he stammered. "You two go on
in the house and make yourselves something to eat. I have some work to
finish down in the barn. Don't wait up for me tonight, I probably won't
be in until late." He bent down and kissed his daughter lightly on the
cheek, smiled in Chrissy's general direction without making eye contact,
and beat a retreat to the large old barn down the path from the house.

	As Jake walked away from the girls, Chrissy once more lowered her
sunglasses to take a good look at her host's retreating rear end. 

	"Mmmmmm" she moaned.

	"What?" Lori asked, giving her friend a puzzled look.

	"Girlfriend, your Dad is HOT!"

	"Ah.... Come on, Chrissy," Lori replied, "you should know by now that
Daddy isn't gonna bite on anything you wave in front of him. Why don't
you just give up and settle for one of the boys at school?"

	Chrissy rolled her eyes. "Boys,,,,with a capital B," she sighed. "I
don't have the patience for "boys", Lori. I told you. I want my first
time to be with someone who knows what they're doing."
	
	"I still find it hard to believe that someone who has lived the kind of
life that you have, has never had sex!" marvelled Lori.

	"Well, its not for lack of opportunities!" Chrissy grinned. "Boys my
age just don't appeal to me at all. Sometimes, one of Daddy's friends
will try to get in my pants, but they are all so pathetic. Your Dad is
so sweet, and nice. Not at all like those perverts. It just makes me
want him even more!"
	
	"Well, I can tell that he is interested," Lori smiled. "He could barely
even pretend to listen to me, with you around."

	"Maybe you should have taken a shot and asked him for a raise in your
allowance," Chrissy grinned.

	The two girls broke into an uncontrollable case of the giggles, and
made their way thru the large oak door of the Grantham house. Nearby in
the barn, Jake took a last peek thru a crack in the barn siding. Chrissy
and Lori walked arm in arm into the house, their laughter ringing in the
crisp air, and the heels of Chrissy's boots clicking on the flagstone
walkway. Jake sighed in resignation as Chrissy's heartshaped behind
disappeared into the darkness of the house's doorway. He turned and
looked around the interior of the old barn, his eyes falling on the
large stack of hay bales that waited to be carried up into the loft. 

	"Well," he grumbled under his breath, "I guess there is no way to
stretch this job out for the entire weekend."

THE PURSUIT
Chapter 2


	The evening passed with excruciating slowness. The sun dropped lower in
the western sky, as dark storm clouds steadily approached for the north.
Jake finished loading the winter's supply of hay into the barn's loft
just as darkness fell completely over the Grantham ranch. Since the hard
physical labor seemed to ease his mind a bit, he moved on to the twin
rows of stalls. Cleaning each one thoroughly, he spread a fresh layer of
straw bedding onto the floors. As we worked with the pitchfork, Jake saw
that snow had begun to fall outside. The dark clouds he had seen earlier
were the leading edge of a cold front that had been forecasted for that
night. Snow might be rare in this part of Texas, but cold weather
wasn't. 

	Jake hadn't noticed the falling temperature until he stopped working
and was looking over the progress he had made in the barn. Without the
exertion of the chores, the cold began to creep into his body. He
glanced at his watch and grimaced. He had hoped to stay out of the house
until the girls were sound asleep for the night, but now it was only 9
o'clock and he had only his light jacket to stave off the chills.
Walking to the large barn door, He opened it just enough to look out at
the house. Through the falling snow, Jake could see its dark shape. His
daughter's bedroom light was still on, but the downstairs windows were
completely dark. As he closed the barn door, shutting off most of the
cold draft of air from outside, Jake turned to look at a horse munching
hay in the nearest stall.

	"This is ridiculous," he said. "Here I am, a 37 year old man, hiding
out in the barn freezing my ass off......all because I am afraid of a 16
year old girl. Who am I kidding? There is NO way that she is even
remotely interested in me. What could she possibly see in me, anyway? I
have grey hairs that are older than her! I've just been on my own too
long and its making me imagine things, thats what it is. I
mean...geez...look at me. I am having a conversation with a HORSE, for
Pete's sake!!"

	At that, the horse snorted and tuned its attention back to the hay rack
for another mouthful. Jake turned the collar up on his jacket and began
the short walk up to the house. The wind blew little whirlwinds of snow
around his feet as he walked up the path. He opened the door and stepped
inside. Starting to shut the door behind him, Jake hesitated. He had
pretty much convinced himself during his earlier conversation with the
horse, but now.....he thought it better to be safe than sorry and shut
the door as quietly as possible. He didn't turn on a light, as he picked
his way across the living room toward the door to his study. Reaching
it, he stepped inside and closed the door softly. Jake had no electric
lights in his study. Instead he preferred the warmer, cozier light of
oil lamps and candles. As he lit several, their yellowish glow revealed
the absence of almost any electronic appliances. The one exception was
Jake's computer, tucked into a niche desk amongst the many shelves laden
with books. Books were a passion with Jake. He had never gone to
college, but he was more "well read" than 99% of the professors at Oak
Grove Community College, and most of the profs at the University over in
Trenton.

	As soon as the room was well lit enough to allow him to move about,
Jake lit a fire in the stone fireplace. He poured himself a glass of
Glenlivet from the decanter on his desk, and sunk his tired body down
into his favorite chair before the fireplace. Staring into the flames
and feeling the combined warmth of the fire, and the Scotch, Jake began
to feel much better about the entire weekend. He almost laughed out loud
when he thought about his irrational fears concerning Chrissy. The mind
can play strange tricks on a man.

	Jake had just finished the last of his drink, and was considering
pouring himself another, when he heard a faint sound. He cocked his head
to listen, straining his ears to pick out the sound from the crackling
of the fire and the soft rasping of the snow striking the window pane.
He had almost passed it off as yet another "imagining", when he heard
another more identifiable sound. The clear "click" of a lock being
engaged caused him to swivel in the chair to look at the study door. His
heart actually skipped a beat as his eyes focused on the sight before
him. 

	"....Chrissy?" he stammered.

	"I was beginning to think you were going to stay out in that smelly old
barn all night," she said softly.

	Chrissy stepped closer to Jake's chair, and moved into the light cast
by the lamps and fireplace. Gone were the leather jacket and jeans, and
in their place she wore and dark purple silk teddy. Her full young
breasts needed no support under the slinky lingerie. In fact, Jake
thought for a moment that her erect nipples might push their way through
the smooth fabric. Her hair, still wild and flowing, was pulled back
from her face by two combs, causing it to cascade along her neck, over
her shoulders, and down her back. He still could not see her face
clearly, and for that reason he was able to cling tentatively to the
power of speech.

	"Uh...Honey, I don't think you should be down here like this." His
voice sounded like someone elses to his ears. 

	"But Jake," she cooed, "I wanted to give you a kiss goodnight. There's
no harm in that,...is there?"

	Chrissy took several catlike steps forward fully into the light, her
round breasts swaying gently under the cool silk. Jake felt paralyzed
when her face came into the soft warm light of the fire. Her makeup was
always more maturely done than Lori's, but tonight she looked exquisite.
Her gorgeous eyes, with their long lashes, seemed to burn right into
Jake's soul and turn any resolve that he still had into ashes.

	She continued her languorous path around to the front of Jake's chair,
his eyes riveted to her every move. When she arrived in front of him,
Chrissy leaned forward and down, her hands resting on the arms of the
chair. Her breasts swayed forward and her face came to within inches of
Jake's own. Her breath was sweet and her lips were slightly parted as
she smiled and laughed ever so softly. 

	"Nope. No harm at all, that I can see," she whispered.

	Jake looked deep within himself for the strength to resist, calling on
all the logic and reasoning he could muster. Just as he opened his mouth
at last, to form some form of protest, Chrissy closed the last few
inches between them. Her soft, warm lips covered his mouth, a quiet
eager moan coming from deep within her. Jake felt like fire was racing
through his veins as she pulled back slightly, sucking softly on his
lower lip. She kissed him again, her tongue urging its way into his
mouth. Jake didn't remember doing it, but suddenly he realized that his
hands were no longer at his sides. Instead, they magically seemed to
have placed themselves on either side of Chrissy's smooth face. He
pulled her even closer, kissing her back with equal intensity. 

	After what seemed like ages, they separated. Chrissy's face still hung
very close to Jake's, only now her breath was shallower, and more
hurried. Her eyes no longer had their predatory look, but that look had
been replaced by one of hunger. Her moist red lips were still parted as
her breasts rose and fell with each pant. Her arms no longer grasped the
arms of the chair unyielding, but now quivered in anticipation.

	"My, my," she said breathlessly, "I don't think that I could sleep now
if I had to."

	"My God," he said hoarsely, "you are beautiful."

	Jake ran the fingers of one had along the outline of her jaw, amazed at
the smooth flawlessness of her young skin. Chrissy fluttered her eyes
closed, cocking her head slightly and purring at his caress. She leaned
forward once again and kissed his lips lightly, then his cheek, then his
neck. Moving slowly and softly ever lower as she unbuttoned his shirt.
Her soft lips and warm tongue sent shivers of electricity through Jake's
spine as she kissed, and then sucked on his nipples.

	"Oh....mmmmm." he moaned.

	Chrissy knelt before Jake now, her small frame between his large
muscular legs. She kissed the palm of his hand as she deftly unfastened
his pants and unzipped his fly. 

	"I have never done this before, Jake, so you have to promise to tell me
if I don't do it right, OK?"

	As she spread open the fly of Jake's jeans, she gasped at the size of
the bulge beneath the cotton of his underwear. It was like some animal
was trapped beneath, waiting to be freed. Chrissy ran her nails softly
over the outline of Jake's cock in amazement. His legs quivered at her
touch, to which she responded by looking up at him with her devilish
smile.

	"It looks like I am not the only one who has been looking forward to
this," she giggled.

	Chrissy worked Jake's penis free from the constraining garment and it
immediately sprang straight up, hard as a rod. Jake had never considered
himself a "long" man, but even he would admit that he was wider than
most. Chrissy's slender fingers seemed dwarfed by Jake's cock, but she
tentatively touched it. Her fingers slowly slid up the shaft and rubbed
gently against the baby soft skin of the head.

	"Ahhh,....yeah," he grunted, closing his eyes tightly. Just the sight
of little Chrissy fondling his tool was nearly enough to send him to
climax. He tightened his grip on the arms of the chair, and gave in to
the urge to look at her angelic face again. 

	She smiled up at him, her blue eyes seeming to burn like the
surrounding flames. "You want me to lick it, Jake?" she purred. "Do ya
want me to suck this pretty cock for you,..... huh?"

	"Yes," he said softly.

	"What? I didn't quite catch that," she said, once more getting control
and taking charge.

	"Yes,....... I want my cock in your mouth," he strained.

	Chrissy's eyes stayed locked on Jake's eyes as she held his quivering
penis in her right hand. Slowly, she began to lick the hot shaft,
starting at the base and moving toward the head. Jake thought for a
second that his heart would stop, it felt so wonderful. He tensed his
arms again, determined to put off the inevitable as long as possible. He
wanted this to last forever.

	"Do you like it like this, Jake?" she asked, flicking her tongue
beneath the head of his cock. Her hot breath feeling like fire on Jake's
flesh.

	"God.....yessssss," he hissed.

	"Or maybe this would be good, too," she purred, opening her mouth wide
enough to take the head of Jake's cock between her lips. She stayed
there, holding just the head in her hot little mouth, her soft red lips
surrounding him with wet warmth. Her eyes never left his, which made him
want to cum all the more. Finally, Jake could remain still no longer. He
almost imperceptibly began to move his hips, causing his cock to rise
and fall a bit. Chrissy took the cue immediately and began to slip her
luscious lips up and down Jake's shaft, taking more and more into her
mouth with each bob of her head. She moved her free hand to Jake's
balls, stroking them softly while she sucked. First taking most of his
cock in her mouth, then bobbing up and down so that just the head popped
in and out between her lips, Chrissy drove Jake right up to the edge
again and again.

	"Ohhh.....mmmmmmm....that's it," Jake groaned.

	"Ahhhh,,,,YEAH.....Ohhh Baby.....suck it!"

	Jake began to thrust his hips harder, as Chrissy slid his cock in and
out of her mouth over and over, faster and faster. He squirmed in his
seat, squeezing the arms of the chair until the wooden joints began to
creak in protest. Suddenly, Jake felt the inescapable swelling of climax
approaching, FAST. He released his grip on the chair, and moved his
hands to Chrissy's head, gently pushing her back. But she would not
stop. She continued to bob even faster, her soft wet lips making that
delicious popping/slurping sound as the swollen head of Jake's cock flew
in and out of her mouth.

	"Stop....Baby, pleasssse,....I'm gonna cummmmm!" he choked.

	Chrissy responded by pumping her hand up and down Jake's shaft, her
head continuing its frantic bob at the end of his tool. Jake felt his
balls tense, and the fire building inside to the point that he could no
longer contain it.

	"Unghhhh,...Oh,oh,oh...YES!!!!" he grunted as his entire body convulsed
in release. His cock jerked in the spasm of climax, jetting its white
stream into Chrissy's hot mouth. She hesitated slightly as the first
spurt of hot liquid burst in her mouth, then continued to milk his
member with even more enthusiasm. She tried in vain to swallow it all,
but Jake's pent up desires were more than her small mouth could handle.
A small amount of Jake's flow leaked from the corner of her mouth,
running down the side of his still throbbing dick. 

	His orgasm seemed to go on for ever, each spasm rocking his entire
body. Finally, the climax began to subside, and Chrissy slowed her
attentions to his penis to a more leisurely pace. She relaxed her grip
on his cock and ran her wicked little tongue along Jake's wide shaft,
eagerly licking up the juices that had escaped her before. Jake's head
seemed to spin, and he wasn't sure for a moment what was real, and what
was fantasy. He really didn't know if he was even actually here in the
study, or if this was all a dream.

	Then, suddenly, Chrissy's face once more appeared before him, her face
flushed and her eyes slightly wild. 

	"Now.....its my turn," she purred.

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